Today I got to rest my gaze upon these blue beauties, a gift from a friend up the road. I do love me a good hydrangea.
They were my companions on my last day of freedom as I tapped away at an article, framed up a couple of magazine pitches and began plotting a possible collaboration with a photographer mate of mine.
Tomorrow I go back to the gulag to finish the second half of my current contract. Goodbye freedom, you were a steadfast and loyal friend; I shall miss our sleep-ins, long, languid breakfasts with a book, lunching with the Hound and the rare luxury of spending time preparing dinner. Y'all come back now, y'hear....
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They were my companions on my last day of freedom as I tapped away at an article, framed up a couple of magazine pitches and began plotting a possible collaboration with a photographer mate of mine.
Tomorrow I go back to the gulag to finish the second half of my current contract. Goodbye freedom, you were a steadfast and loyal friend; I shall miss our sleep-ins, long, languid breakfasts with a book, lunching with the Hound and the rare luxury of spending time preparing dinner. Y'all come back now, y'hear....
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